Post by Johnny Scumm on Jun 24, 2011 9:57:00 GMT -5
OOC: First to say, it's going to be sad to see PCW close down after the few months I've been here, hence the reason I've chosen to type up my RP just in the Black & White instead. Which makes a difference. Best of luck to Dr. Gonzo, let this Title Match be a good one.
OOC (Again): There we have it, my final PCW RP, now onto Cataclysm!
(Scumm & Triton arrive at the PCW Arena, after spending an evening at Jimmy's Funhouse. Everyone else has left to go home for the night & now, Scumm & Triton go out to the Locker Room, where they sit down to discuss.)
Triton: Good day today that was. Gonzo definitely got what was coming to him, don't you think??
Scumm: Indeed he did Triton. But that's enough about him. He's not deserving of wasting my breath.
Triton: True. It's been an interesting and bumpy few months for you, hasn't it? I've been through most of them with you, not always on your side though. I remember the days when Disturbed thought he was better than you. Boy was he wrong.
Scumm: Why even bother talking about him? Again, another man just not worth mentioning Triton. stop bringing up all this stupidness.
Triton: Sorry.
Scumm: You should be.
Triton: Look, Johnny, I'm gonna head back home now, need to get some rest. What say we come back here tomorrow, while it's totally empty, get some working out done?
Scumm: Yeah, sounds good to me. Get back here about 1 tomorrow, allright? You as well, Mr Cameraman. Come down and you can track my progress on the last week of my reign as Brawl Champion, before I defeat Dr. Gonzo at Cataclysm, to bow out of PCW as Champ.
Triton: Allright, I'll see you tomorrow.
(Triton gets up and walks out of the Locker Room, shutting the door behind him. Scumm turns to the Camera and gets ready to say something.)
Scumm: It's been a few months now PCW, a few months of hell, not for just my Opponents, but for myself. I've put myself through everything and more in every single one of my matches. I've faced opponent, both men and women and formed strange little alliances with people I least expected. Danielle Lopez, as much as I disagree with your Wrestling style, you were very, helpful when I needed it. Scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, so to speak. Matthew Morrison, the first true competitor I ever faced. Fuck Disturbed and all his "menthods", you were the one who made me realise I was going to have to do more than just really badly hurt people in this business. Kilo Perez, who I faced on his debut, I took him down, rather gladly. Talia Skye, as much as I couldn't want to stand you, ever, you did defeat me, albeit with a hand or two. Girl power I guess, right? Just make sure you don't cross my path again. Then, there's the two men whose careers I ended, with my own two hands. Disturbed, the piece of shit who sits in a Hospital Bed as the days go on, just lying there, hoping to one day get up and walk again. Then Demolition Man. Who knows where the fuck you ended up, let's hope it was a mortuary. Look, as much as it may not come across, I liked it here. But I didn't like the people. It had come to my beliefs that maybe, PCW is shutting down, because they don't want me to reign as their Champion, which would only happen sooner rather than later now, wouldn't it? Don't call it coincidence they're ending while I'm here. Cameraman, I'm gonne take off. That's all I've gotta say about these people. Some of them are not deserving of my speech much longer. I'll see you tomorrow. Try not to be late, or you won't like the consequences.
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(It's the next day and the Cameraman is already in the PCW Arena. He's catching some shots of the pictures on the Walls, of past Champions and glorious moments in their history. From behind the Camera, he can be heard saying, "It's gonna be sad to see it all go". From the distance, he can hear Johnny Scumm & Triton, talking outside the Arena. Gradually, they come into the Arena and get closer to the Camera, where their voices become more and more audible.)
Scumm:.....Gonna be a good one. Anyways, thanks for coming Mr. Cameraman.
Triton: Shall we get straight to this?
Scumm: Look, we're gonna just head down the hall, get in the Gym for a few hours, talk about beating the living shit out of that fucking clown, then go home for the week.
Triton: Sounds like something of a plan to me.
Scumm: And it's like music to my fucking ears, now let's go.
(The three guys start walking down the Hallway, slowly to the Gym. Triton asks a question about the Cataclysm Title Match against Dr. Gonzo, but Scumm stops him and tells him not to talk about it, it's not the time. The Cameraman then mentions the Promo that Scumm cut in Jimmy's Funhouse, which leads to Scumm bursting out in maniacal laughter. They then reach the Gym & Scumm takes off his shirt. He moves straight over to the Weights & gets down to doing some Bench Presses. After about 30 minutes or so, he moves onto the Treadmill and does some light running, moving into Sprinting. Eventually, there's some small In-Ring work done by Scumm & Triton, as a little bit of practice. After about 4 Hours or workouts, Scumm decides he's had enough for now and then sits down to talk to the guys.)
Cameraman: So, Scumm, you really think your Match against Dr. Gonzo next week is going to be that good?
Scumm: Look, I've told no-one not to talk about that fucking man and that fucking match. Until now. Look, Mr Cameraman, I think -
*SQUEAK*
Scumm: I think that this Match against Clown Boy -
*SQUEAK, SQUEAK*
Triton: You can hear that right?
scumm: Course I can fucking hear it, I'm not fucking deaf am I? Cameraman, come with me, I wanna check that out. I thought you said this place was empty today. It's probably just a Rat, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
Cameraman: You want the Camera as well Scumm?
Scumm: OF COURSE I WANT THE FUCKING CAMERA! WHY ELSE WOULD I HAVE ASKED YOU TO FOLLOW ME?!
Cameraman: Sorry, I was just asking.
Scumm: Yeah, well next time, just don't. Let's go. Triton, you stay here, make sure that if the Rat gets in here, you stomp on its head, allright? Can't have vermin running around in here.
Triton: Allright. You want your Belt?
Scumm: Yeah, why not. Nice to walk around knowing I'm the best after all.
(Scumm picks up his belt and puts it over his shoulder. Him and the Cameraman leave the Gym and start looking around for a Rat. They hear little squeaks, which really begins to piss off Scumm as well. Eventually, they're about to reach the Entrance Door, when there it is. But it's no Rat. Looking at the floor, there's 4 Wheels down on it, gradually, as you begin to look upwards, a familiar face is made known to Scumm. His name, Disturbed.)
Scumm: Well, I was right. It's a Rat. Shall I stomp on your head?
Disturbed: Look, Scumm. I watched PCW last night and saw what you done to Gonzo. It looked brilliant. But I'm not like that anymore, I'm a self-proclaimed changed man.
Scumm: Well, fuck me fucking sideways. You, a changed man? You could never be one.
Disturbed: Well, take one look at me Scumm. I can't walk, I'm stuck in this chair for god knows how long. I just wanted to come and see you, before PCW comes to a close.
Scumm: What else?
Disturbed: I wanted to apologize.
Scumm: Apologise? Fuck off Disturbed.
Disturbed: I know that what I done in the past was wrong and then I watch what you do, it's fucking sick nowadays. You shouldn't act like that Scumm, it gets you nowhere and just loses you anything you've got going for you. That Title you've got over your shoulder? You won't hold that come Cataclysm if you act the way you do.
Scumm: So, you're telling me to change who I am?
Disturbed: I guess. I'm so sorry for everything I ever tried to do to you & Triton as well. I think about the state you left me in every night and it's just saddening. Somedays now, I even cry to myself, wondering I was ever the way I was.
Scumm: Oh, how sweet that isn't. Look at me Disturbed, you THINK that I'm going to change, for you. You're fucking wrong. The only thing that needs to change around here is.....
Disturbed: Is what?!
Scumm: The fact that....you... are... still.....
(As Scumm says still, he puts his Title Belt in his hands and runs towards Disturbed, shouting the word "ALIVE!". He smashed Disturbed in the face with the Brawl Championship and knocks him backwards, falling out of his Wheelchair. Disturbed is helpless now and Scumm approaches the Camera.)
Scumm: See, this is how we deal with VERMIN! A nice bit of head stomping!
(Scumm begins to incessantly stomp away on Disturbeds head. The cameraman faces his lense onto Disturbed's face, and it is a bloody mess. It doesn't stop Scumm from continuing though, until Triton comes to see what the noise is all about.)
Triton: Scumm, who? What? The? Fuck?
Scumm: You don't recognise him, the man who tried to leave you for dead?
Triton: Disturbed?
Scumm: Yes, Disturbed. He thinks he can try to get me to change, well, here's the proof he can't. Get him up, put him in his chair, I wanna show him how to finish something off.
(Triton picks up Disturbed & the Wheelchair. He sits down Disturbed in it and Scumm grabs the handles on the back of it. He begins to turn it around, facing the front doors of the PCW Arena. Scumm starts moving and runs towards the Doors, with the Wheelchair in hand. As he runs towards it, he screams and smashes Disturbed into the Glass Entrance Doors. His legs smash into the glass and his Head is the only part of his body to actualyl go right through. It sits there, with no movement, blood dripping down it.)
Scumm: You can call me "The Exterminator" from now on. Triton, make sure that's how I'm introduced at the PPV, ok? Also, someone's gonna have to get those doors fixed.
Triton: Look at him, the fucker. He always thought he was the best, didn't he? Boy was he wrong, as I've said.
(Scumm just sits down in the middle of the Corridor.)
Scumm: Can we talk about my match now?
(Triton sits down beside him.)
Cameraman: So, Scumm, your match at Cataclysm is a Hardcore Match, where you will be defending your Brawl Championship against Dr. Gonzo. How does that suit you?
Scumm: How does it suit me AND TRITON, you mean? Perfectly. See, being Hardcore, not only can I take Gonzo and beat him to a bloody pulp, Triton can do all of it along with me. I can spit in Gonzo's face, so can Triton. I can stab Gonzo should I really wish to, but Triton could even do it for me. There is a guarantee here that I'm going to win this Match, you do know that? There's no way that anybody can beat me in a Hardcore Match, it's just impossible. When that Bell rings, as I've said many a time before, I will dominate. No Clown will be able to ever try and get one over me, never in his life. He thinks he's got a chance, well he doesn't. This Title I have around my waist, over my shoulder, in my hands, it's M.I.N.E - mine. I was born to hold it, forever and always. There's never going to be a time, after my Match at Cataclysm, where anyone can take it from me, that's a given.
Cameraman: Well, you do sound confident. I'm afraid though, that I really am pressed for time now Scumm. Good luck and all next Saturday, even though I highly doubt you're going to need it.
Scumm: Oh, how you know me so well. I love things like that.
Triton: Gonzo, Cataclysm, keep an eye out boy, you're going to need them in the back of your head.
Scumm: Come on Triton, let's go.
(Scumm & Triton get up. As they do, Scumm pulls a Marker Pen out his pocket and writes "SCUMM" over the walls by the Entrance. As they get to the doors, they pull Disturbed out of the glass and leave him on the floor. They're still unsure whether he's alive or dead. Scumm mutters something about the same happening to Gonzo, but they continue walking off together, conversing as they go.)
Triton: Good day today that was. Gonzo definitely got what was coming to him, don't you think??
Scumm: Indeed he did Triton. But that's enough about him. He's not deserving of wasting my breath.
Triton: True. It's been an interesting and bumpy few months for you, hasn't it? I've been through most of them with you, not always on your side though. I remember the days when Disturbed thought he was better than you. Boy was he wrong.
Scumm: Why even bother talking about him? Again, another man just not worth mentioning Triton. stop bringing up all this stupidness.
Triton: Sorry.
Scumm: You should be.
Triton: Look, Johnny, I'm gonna head back home now, need to get some rest. What say we come back here tomorrow, while it's totally empty, get some working out done?
Scumm: Yeah, sounds good to me. Get back here about 1 tomorrow, allright? You as well, Mr Cameraman. Come down and you can track my progress on the last week of my reign as Brawl Champion, before I defeat Dr. Gonzo at Cataclysm, to bow out of PCW as Champ.
Triton: Allright, I'll see you tomorrow.
(Triton gets up and walks out of the Locker Room, shutting the door behind him. Scumm turns to the Camera and gets ready to say something.)
Scumm: It's been a few months now PCW, a few months of hell, not for just my Opponents, but for myself. I've put myself through everything and more in every single one of my matches. I've faced opponent, both men and women and formed strange little alliances with people I least expected. Danielle Lopez, as much as I disagree with your Wrestling style, you were very, helpful when I needed it. Scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, so to speak. Matthew Morrison, the first true competitor I ever faced. Fuck Disturbed and all his "menthods", you were the one who made me realise I was going to have to do more than just really badly hurt people in this business. Kilo Perez, who I faced on his debut, I took him down, rather gladly. Talia Skye, as much as I couldn't want to stand you, ever, you did defeat me, albeit with a hand or two. Girl power I guess, right? Just make sure you don't cross my path again. Then, there's the two men whose careers I ended, with my own two hands. Disturbed, the piece of shit who sits in a Hospital Bed as the days go on, just lying there, hoping to one day get up and walk again. Then Demolition Man. Who knows where the fuck you ended up, let's hope it was a mortuary. Look, as much as it may not come across, I liked it here. But I didn't like the people. It had come to my beliefs that maybe, PCW is shutting down, because they don't want me to reign as their Champion, which would only happen sooner rather than later now, wouldn't it? Don't call it coincidence they're ending while I'm here. Cameraman, I'm gonne take off. That's all I've gotta say about these people. Some of them are not deserving of my speech much longer. I'll see you tomorrow. Try not to be late, or you won't like the consequences.
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(It's the next day and the Cameraman is already in the PCW Arena. He's catching some shots of the pictures on the Walls, of past Champions and glorious moments in their history. From behind the Camera, he can be heard saying, "It's gonna be sad to see it all go". From the distance, he can hear Johnny Scumm & Triton, talking outside the Arena. Gradually, they come into the Arena and get closer to the Camera, where their voices become more and more audible.)
Scumm:.....Gonna be a good one. Anyways, thanks for coming Mr. Cameraman.
Triton: Shall we get straight to this?
Scumm: Look, we're gonna just head down the hall, get in the Gym for a few hours, talk about beating the living shit out of that fucking clown, then go home for the week.
Triton: Sounds like something of a plan to me.
Scumm: And it's like music to my fucking ears, now let's go.
(The three guys start walking down the Hallway, slowly to the Gym. Triton asks a question about the Cataclysm Title Match against Dr. Gonzo, but Scumm stops him and tells him not to talk about it, it's not the time. The Cameraman then mentions the Promo that Scumm cut in Jimmy's Funhouse, which leads to Scumm bursting out in maniacal laughter. They then reach the Gym & Scumm takes off his shirt. He moves straight over to the Weights & gets down to doing some Bench Presses. After about 30 minutes or so, he moves onto the Treadmill and does some light running, moving into Sprinting. Eventually, there's some small In-Ring work done by Scumm & Triton, as a little bit of practice. After about 4 Hours or workouts, Scumm decides he's had enough for now and then sits down to talk to the guys.)
Cameraman: So, Scumm, you really think your Match against Dr. Gonzo next week is going to be that good?
Scumm: Look, I've told no-one not to talk about that fucking man and that fucking match. Until now. Look, Mr Cameraman, I think -
*SQUEAK*
Scumm: I think that this Match against Clown Boy -
*SQUEAK, SQUEAK*
Triton: You can hear that right?
scumm: Course I can fucking hear it, I'm not fucking deaf am I? Cameraman, come with me, I wanna check that out. I thought you said this place was empty today. It's probably just a Rat, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
Cameraman: You want the Camera as well Scumm?
Scumm: OF COURSE I WANT THE FUCKING CAMERA! WHY ELSE WOULD I HAVE ASKED YOU TO FOLLOW ME?!
Cameraman: Sorry, I was just asking.
Scumm: Yeah, well next time, just don't. Let's go. Triton, you stay here, make sure that if the Rat gets in here, you stomp on its head, allright? Can't have vermin running around in here.
Triton: Allright. You want your Belt?
Scumm: Yeah, why not. Nice to walk around knowing I'm the best after all.
(Scumm picks up his belt and puts it over his shoulder. Him and the Cameraman leave the Gym and start looking around for a Rat. They hear little squeaks, which really begins to piss off Scumm as well. Eventually, they're about to reach the Entrance Door, when there it is. But it's no Rat. Looking at the floor, there's 4 Wheels down on it, gradually, as you begin to look upwards, a familiar face is made known to Scumm. His name, Disturbed.)
Scumm: Well, I was right. It's a Rat. Shall I stomp on your head?
Disturbed: Look, Scumm. I watched PCW last night and saw what you done to Gonzo. It looked brilliant. But I'm not like that anymore, I'm a self-proclaimed changed man.
Scumm: Well, fuck me fucking sideways. You, a changed man? You could never be one.
Disturbed: Well, take one look at me Scumm. I can't walk, I'm stuck in this chair for god knows how long. I just wanted to come and see you, before PCW comes to a close.
Scumm: What else?
Disturbed: I wanted to apologize.
Scumm: Apologise? Fuck off Disturbed.
Disturbed: I know that what I done in the past was wrong and then I watch what you do, it's fucking sick nowadays. You shouldn't act like that Scumm, it gets you nowhere and just loses you anything you've got going for you. That Title you've got over your shoulder? You won't hold that come Cataclysm if you act the way you do.
Scumm: So, you're telling me to change who I am?
Disturbed: I guess. I'm so sorry for everything I ever tried to do to you & Triton as well. I think about the state you left me in every night and it's just saddening. Somedays now, I even cry to myself, wondering I was ever the way I was.
Scumm: Oh, how sweet that isn't. Look at me Disturbed, you THINK that I'm going to change, for you. You're fucking wrong. The only thing that needs to change around here is.....
Disturbed: Is what?!
Scumm: The fact that....you... are... still.....
(As Scumm says still, he puts his Title Belt in his hands and runs towards Disturbed, shouting the word "ALIVE!". He smashed Disturbed in the face with the Brawl Championship and knocks him backwards, falling out of his Wheelchair. Disturbed is helpless now and Scumm approaches the Camera.)
Scumm: See, this is how we deal with VERMIN! A nice bit of head stomping!
(Scumm begins to incessantly stomp away on Disturbeds head. The cameraman faces his lense onto Disturbed's face, and it is a bloody mess. It doesn't stop Scumm from continuing though, until Triton comes to see what the noise is all about.)
Triton: Scumm, who? What? The? Fuck?
Scumm: You don't recognise him, the man who tried to leave you for dead?
Triton: Disturbed?
Scumm: Yes, Disturbed. He thinks he can try to get me to change, well, here's the proof he can't. Get him up, put him in his chair, I wanna show him how to finish something off.
(Triton picks up Disturbed & the Wheelchair. He sits down Disturbed in it and Scumm grabs the handles on the back of it. He begins to turn it around, facing the front doors of the PCW Arena. Scumm starts moving and runs towards the Doors, with the Wheelchair in hand. As he runs towards it, he screams and smashes Disturbed into the Glass Entrance Doors. His legs smash into the glass and his Head is the only part of his body to actualyl go right through. It sits there, with no movement, blood dripping down it.)
Scumm: You can call me "The Exterminator" from now on. Triton, make sure that's how I'm introduced at the PPV, ok? Also, someone's gonna have to get those doors fixed.
Triton: Look at him, the fucker. He always thought he was the best, didn't he? Boy was he wrong, as I've said.
(Scumm just sits down in the middle of the Corridor.)
Scumm: Can we talk about my match now?
(Triton sits down beside him.)
Cameraman: So, Scumm, your match at Cataclysm is a Hardcore Match, where you will be defending your Brawl Championship against Dr. Gonzo. How does that suit you?
Scumm: How does it suit me AND TRITON, you mean? Perfectly. See, being Hardcore, not only can I take Gonzo and beat him to a bloody pulp, Triton can do all of it along with me. I can spit in Gonzo's face, so can Triton. I can stab Gonzo should I really wish to, but Triton could even do it for me. There is a guarantee here that I'm going to win this Match, you do know that? There's no way that anybody can beat me in a Hardcore Match, it's just impossible. When that Bell rings, as I've said many a time before, I will dominate. No Clown will be able to ever try and get one over me, never in his life. He thinks he's got a chance, well he doesn't. This Title I have around my waist, over my shoulder, in my hands, it's M.I.N.E - mine. I was born to hold it, forever and always. There's never going to be a time, after my Match at Cataclysm, where anyone can take it from me, that's a given.
Cameraman: Well, you do sound confident. I'm afraid though, that I really am pressed for time now Scumm. Good luck and all next Saturday, even though I highly doubt you're going to need it.
Scumm: Oh, how you know me so well. I love things like that.
Triton: Gonzo, Cataclysm, keep an eye out boy, you're going to need them in the back of your head.
Scumm: Come on Triton, let's go.
(Scumm & Triton get up. As they do, Scumm pulls a Marker Pen out his pocket and writes "SCUMM" over the walls by the Entrance. As they get to the doors, they pull Disturbed out of the glass and leave him on the floor. They're still unsure whether he's alive or dead. Scumm mutters something about the same happening to Gonzo, but they continue walking off together, conversing as they go.)
OOC (Again): There we have it, my final PCW RP, now onto Cataclysm!
